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I am not a morning person. Really not a morning person. I am a night owl to the bone. Marrow.

Unfortunately for me, life hasn’t been the most accommodating to my body-clock. About the time my REM cycle hits deep-and-satisfying, my alarm clock begins to chirp and the demands of motherhood, employment, and academia trump my biological rhythm once again.

So, I sit here tonight (or should I say today? It’s 1:00 am, after all), enjoying the irony of a newly-discovered word. I spotted it on a billboard last week, en route to the Atlanta airport, and it made me giggle. Plastered beside the image of an enormous donut were these terrific words:

Made Fresh Morningly

Morningly? Is that even a legitimate word? I admit to jumping through some mental hoops while searching for context and verification. The light came on when I realized that day becomes daily… I suppose morning could present itself as morningly by the same token? Being a night person, my very next thought was – of course – whether the same thing could be done with evening. Eveningly. Sounds weird. But night does become nightly, so there you go.

And if donuts can be Made Fresh Morningly, how much more wonderful it is to realize that God’s mercies are new morningly, as well (even though they come far too early for a late-night-thinker like me). Great is His faithfulness!

As crazy as it sounds, this word makes me smile at mornings, redeeming some of the unpleasant memories of dreams interrupted before the sun begins to shine (which, by the way, is completely unfair – if I have to wake up at dark-o-thirty, Mr. Sun, so should you). Unlike the word morning, which in my experience is never a good thing, morningly is positive. Upbeat. Full of promise. Akin to words like merrily and joyfully. Something to look forward to.

Eveningly, my energy level will continue to spike and I will fight hard for each and every wink, because that, my friends, is just how I roll.

But as long as my coffee is Made Fresh Morningly (and strongly), and as long I am met with the grace of a forgiving Father at the start of each new day, I simply can’t complain. (I can hit the snooze button, though.)